To You Know Who You Are
This just might be one of my first posts that isn't for Rachel. I know you've told me to keep it on the DL about the smoking thing, but since you're one of the very few readers I know who occasionally visit this site, I just have to share:
I am so proud of you. I can't even begin to express this; it took my father six years to be where you are right now. Goddamn it must have been hard--remember that finals night where you called me crying apologizing that you were about to let me down? Cigarette in hand, month five, ready to light it...watching you go through that I felt useless. My struggles were minuscule compared to yours fighting such an insidious chemical constantly nagging you under every sign of fatigue, every moment of weakness, and every omen of stress. I now better understand the cruelty an addiction can be. I'm glad my hair was something you can tease to keep your spirits up. But most truthfully, I'm honored to be apart of your achievement.
Thank you.
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